by Matthew Russell - Posted 2 years ago
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the studio,No editor was stirring, not even as an artist with a portfolio;The pencils, laid down by the easels with care,In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;The writers, at home all snug in their beds,While visions of NFTs danc'd in their heads,And Bug Magnet in his 'kerchief, and I in my cap,Tried to settle our brains for a long winter's nap-When out in the Marketplace there arose such a clatter,I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.Away to the window I flew like a “non named Superhero from DC”,I turned on the Ring doorbell and opened the app.The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,Gave the lustre of comics to objects below;When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,But David Lillie with Dreamkeepers, and eight tiny rein-deer,Such a little old driver, so lively and quick,I knew in a moment he was a friend of St. Nick.More rapid than manga his coursers they came,And he whistled and shouted, and call'd them by name: